In His Graces.

One

Park Seonghwa was a regular omega, who didn't particularly enjoy flaunting his rank to others outside of work, for his kind was often sexualized, disregarded, degraded, hated, they were the weakest rank, among the Alphas, betas, the omegas laid lower in the ranks, whilst Alphas laying in luxury.

The night was like any other, the omega left the safety, and comfort of his comfy, west side apartment. The omega held a bag close to his side as he walked through the same damp, dirty, scummy alley-way. Every now and then the omega received cat-calls, often would be cornered. Each time he was trapped, he'd pull out a can of pepper spray, to ensure his safety. To this day, he's been left safe, and unmarked.

As Seonghwa walked through the alley, his steps were followed by small clicks of his dress shoe heels, the sky dimming grey, enjoying yet another evening. After moments, he'd arrived to the back of the club he worked at, unlocking the back door, he stepped in quickly, and locked it behind him once more, going straight for the dressing room.

Quickly, he grabbed his favourite outfit, a skin tight black tank top, which hugged every curve of his upper body firmly. To go along with the black tank top, matched black shorts which the hem roughly laid under the omega's ass. Wasting no time, he changed into his outfit, removing any normalcy he held onto outside of work.

He danced on poles, for Alphas and Betas alike, on a rare occasion, he would strip for the crowd, leaving him in a lewd set of undergarments, on those nights, he reigned in a sixty percent of the club's profits. It was a lucrative way he could give back.

Seonghwa took a seat in front of the mirror, applying light makeup as neatly as he could. He started with the eyeliner, outlining his eyes boldly, then added a bit of white liner, making his eyes pop. Afterwards, he added basic facial makeup that hid blemishes, and then, applied lip gloss. The male made sure to look exceptional.

A set of knocks were heard from the door before it opened. "Mars, you're up in five. We've got everything set up how you like." Yeosang, Seonghwa's friend and fellow dancer reminded. "Thank you, Yeosang, dear." Seonghwa smiled turning to the younger Beta. "I'll be out in about two minutes."

This was Seonghwa's life. He refused to ask for anything better. He had his bills payed on time, he had a lofty home, he had food to eat, and a good paying job that never bored him. It was his passion to dance, if it had to be on a pole for perverse men, and sometimes women, then so be it.

The Beta nodded, shutting the door as he left.

With a soft hum, the Omega set down the lipgloss and stood up, eyeing himself in the mirror. "As usual, Mars baby, rocking the look." He spoke to himself, boosting his confidence even more.

And with that, the omega set off for the stage. Fulfilling his dream, to dance for people.